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EDDD, I hate you

Linda? Are you there? I looked at my calendar and at the last post. After flying along and easily doing one to three posts a day, I’ve finally reached that point. I don’t want to post today. I don’t want to do anything. I blame you. However, I also hope you have power. From the looks of it you do, but I’ll have to read your post shortly. For those of you who don’t know it’s Every Darn Day December, where you’re to blog every day. I thought I had this in the bag. I should have stretched my year in review story.

Sweet, drunken dreams.

I wish I were drinking absinthe. Within ten minutes tops the world would be a perfect place, like the glorious winter wonderland outside my window. It’s only 7:20, and I badly want to be curled up in bed. I’ve been back to 4-5 hours of sleep a night. Way too stressed weird dreams, too. That’s what I get for recalling the past year. And snoring. I keep waking myself up because it tickles in my nose. It’s not even a loud snore, it’s just annoying.

So happy EDDD, December 22. I hope you drown in the copious amounts of snow you’ve shoveled upon me, like freezing heaps of manure.

EDIT: Linda does not have power! Go to her blog, rub your feet on the carpet, and touch it. Give it life! Or clap. I know it works for poisoned fairies, but not so sure about power issues.

4 Comments on “EDDD, I hate you”

I’ve been avoiding reading today – doctor’s orders. I can stand a few minutes and then the letters start to swim on the screen because of my concussion from yesterday. I hope to be back to normal in a couple of days.

I tried absinthe for the first time this summer just gone and I love it. We’ll have to drink it together sometime. There’s a lovely bar in Montreal that serves it – makes it to order, whichever strength you wish.

Aww, hehe, get some rest. I forced myself to bed after spending the day with family yesterday. I think I got 12 hours! O.o Didn’t get any writing done like I said I would. I’m having wierd dreams too. Something about traveling on Lord of the Rings-like terrain with a goat who had to stop and breastfeed every five minutes (I’m guessing it was a kid, but I don’t remember there being another goat there) and a big spider on a leash that was always jittery. I think someone was following us and it was night time. I need to get a dream interpreter. I wish I could concentrate on my story. It’s been over a month since I got any significant amount of work done on it.

"Before the sea she stood, still as a statue but for the wind rippling in her loose lavender-grey dress and toying with her black hair - it billowed in the salty breath of the ocean like a flag of defiance."